Under the Blanket

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Quietly entered a room,
The aura was perfectly-gloom;
Trying to contain all of the emotions,
Carefully taking all of the cautions.

Leisurely lied on the mattress,
Jotting down all of the best
That persona made in existence,
Before shutting down a sense.

Covering self under a blanket,
It's an earnest situation, not a comedy skit;
Minutes after you can hear a silent sob
Trying to stifle but it will deepened a stabbed.

-Marxx Archer

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